Dark gulls chirp to me
Melodies before the fall
Warmth will bring glee
Monday, November 17, 2008
I found myself unwilling to remain in their presence, such beauty and expression. It drove me away, illuminating my faults and insecurities. Light glinted off an untouched fender, so it would remain. I gazed on in wonder, two rooms away, my eyes peering into each nuance in notation. Such primal angst coursed through me, I wanted nothing more than to grab that guitar and sing my souls sorrows, but the hand does not what the mind preaches, such sinful mitts I bore untrained by sloth and fear. I promised myself at that moment to stop watching , stop pondering my potential, instead i would exercise my expression regardless of the medium.
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